“Rainy November” is a heartfelt country ballad that carries the spirit of the American South-East Coast — the old roads between Savannah and the Carolina lowlands, where moss hangs heavy on the oak-tree alleys and time seems to move slower.
It’s a song about the hard but beautiful life of people who stay true to their roots — working the land, loving deeply, and finding hope even in the rain.

Warm acoustic guitars, steady rhythm, and a voice filled with soul paint a picture of loneliness, memory, and quiet strength — like a November day that still holds a trace of summer light.

🌧️ Written and produced by Slavomir / H-dMan Such
🏡 Recorded for all who still hear the whisper of the old oak trees.
#Country #Americana #Savannah #RainyNovember #SouthernSoul #Acoustic #Songwriter #Roots

In My Country

“burned out (the education of the soul)”

SOFT LIGHT, DEEP GROOVE, SHALLOW GRAVE

(tempo: 76 BPM — slow groove / brushed drums / Rhodes & bass)
(Tone: intimate, half-whispered, deep falsetto layers)

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[Intro – spoken / whispered layers]
Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave…
Still alive inside the wave.
Soft light… deep groove…

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[Verse 1]
There’s a hum in the floorboards,
a heartbeat slow and brave,
my body’s fading slowly,
but the rhythm still behaves.

There’s perfume in the static,
a whisper in the rain,
you said love’s a sacred habit,
and I believed the pain.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Under soft light, I’m still moving slow,
my soul’s off-beat, but it still might glow.

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[Chorus]
Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave —
I’m half-alive, but the groove’s still brave.
The vinyl spins, but the angels wait,
one more chord before I fade.

Soft light… deep groove…
Don’t let my silence prove —
that love don’t stay.

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[Verse 2]
You left your echo in my glass,
your halo on the floor,
the room’s still humming past the past,
I don’t need more.

We played our sins in 7/8,
our prayers were off-time blues,
you said “grief’s just love that stayed,”
and I can’t refuse.

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[Bridge – improvised vocal run / layered harmonies]
Soft light on my face…
slow fade, holy bass…
let the needle fall again —
on the ghost of yesterday.

(wordless falsetto run: “oooh–oh–ohh / ah–ah–ah”)

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[Final Chorus]
Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave,
I keep dancing, though I can’t be saved.
If heaven hums a minor key,
then maybe you’ll remember me.

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[Outro – whispered / distorted vocal loop]
Soft light… deep groove…
shallow… shallow…
grave…
(still plays…)

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:
“Halfway to 1 Million monthly plays — Thank You 💫”

“نصف الطريق نحو المليون — شكراً لكم 💫”

1M+ plays. 100% independent.  
DIY spirit. Global sound. 1M strong.  
A million hearts. One frequency.  
Thanks for 1,000,000 — next stop: infinity.
نصف الطريق نحو المليون 🌙  
أكثر من ٤١٦ ألف استماع خلال آخر ٣٠ يوم — شكراً لكل من استمع وشارك وحافظ على وهج الموسيقى.  
بدأت الرحلة من غرفةٍ صغيرة… والآن تصل الأصوات إلى العالم.  
دعونا نصل إلى المليون معاً 🖤  
— H-dMan Such (سلافومير)


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